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I love genuine music
Seems to me that's what I hear
Crave honesty of the lyrics
They dance into each ear
The way each note dies right on cue
Meticulously placed
I do agree in it's eccentricity
Quality embraced
I declare their songs are just my style
Why I like their voices I don't know
I can tell one thing for certain
Must turn up the audio
Between illusion of equality and the unjust reality lies a menagerie of misinformation
Compounded by media which controls the majority of the population
Wealth and many classes divide us into multiple sides
Partial recognition what society provides
One thinks perhaps this is a VHS rewinding faster and faster
Three-ring circus orchestrated by the government playing ringmaster
Written after reading a little Roxanne Gay
A lot of excuses to be stressed
In the world are given tests
Think how it could be worse
Act grateful for blessings first
Don't guess what tomorrow has in store
Today I've got people I adore
Nothing can seem that bad
With dog beside making you glad
I love my dog!
No more days wasted running round and round
Hiding from each new unexplained sound
The negative outlook continues holding me back
It's time to get my life on track
Let past me die so I can be born once more
New confidence shining from my core
My mind will remain open my mouth will stay shut
Bedazzled jeans adorning ****
Stop creating excuses for my bad habit
My improved self is strong enough to quit!
About wanting to change
I hate the weight of each heavy smile
Within my worries are starting to pile
Sirens going and the alarm in my head
Has me wishing to weep instead
But the last thing I intend is to cause concern
So I hold the flames in though I feel my chest burn
Walls slowly creeping inch by inch
Closing in from all sides but I refuse to flinch
I hate to make a sound that might draw attention
So my anxiety I do not dare mention
Fighting for air but on the surface remain still
Underneath skin fear is too powerful to ****
All I want is for laughter to be more than a facade
And to look into the mirror and not view a fraud
Please just let my happiness for once be genuinely real
My emotions a tiring charade that I will never truly feel
Just one of those days
Sickness stalking like a predator
Prowling for food to eat
No matter how much prey is devoured
Still starving for more meat

Reverberating impulses echo
Cavern between each ear
Anxiety the strings attached to my limbs
Addiction expert puppeteer

It follows every place I wander
One or two steps behind
Tried so hard to shake it's grip
It seems our fates are intertwined

I don't know how the darknessentered
Must have slipped through small cracks long ago
Over years it's winded roots through my skeleton
I am afraid it will never let go

I sense the demons embedded in each cell
Molecules stamped with their names
Branded sin that never stops searing
Blistering soul with shame

Dependency my ball and chain
Tired of dragging it along
Despite best efforts to pick the locks
Shackles worn on wrists are too strong

This burden mine and mine alone
No one else can help me carry this weight
It becomes harder and harder to shuffle forward
Steps slowing at alarming rate

It appears dead ends are multiplying
Trapped inside cage constructed from my hurt
Worry that if I don't escape this hell
I'll be buried in a coffin deep in the dirt

I just want to be free of the shadows
Haunting halls of my head
Black silhouettes in peripheral
Monsters slumbering beside me in bed

Their tentacles wrap around judgement
Doubt fills every crevice in my brain
Can't tell if it's a temporary condition
Or I've gone completely insane

But paint a smile on my lips
In case onlookers ask how I feel
Under surface my heart is suffering
Chasing happiness in high that isn't real
I've got a creature inside me and it's always hungry no matter how much I feed em
I climbed out from under my own noise,
the static of too many selves
all speaking at once.
I just wanted silence,
or at least
a glimpse of something real
beyond this glassy, shifting mask I wear.

For a moment,
I thought I found it
I felt light,
untethered,
soaring past the reach of what they made me.
But I flew too far,
and forgot my own wings were stitched with lies.

My eyes
yes, they opened.
But they looked inward and saw only fog.
My mind
it turned, it turned,
but always into walls.

I still hear them
when the night softens
and sleep forgets to close the door.
The voices,
not cruel—just certain.
And that certainty cuts.

I pretended to know why I keep breathing.
Told people there’s a plan,
that I’ve got it sorted.
That’s the performance.
That’s the whole show.

And when I say I’m wise,
what I mean is
I’m tired of being wrong
so I’ve learned to speak
in riddles.

I’m not anchored.
I’m not grounded.
I’m a feeling in search of a name,
a boat without a harbor,
tossed in the ache of old waves.

I once thought the wind would save me.
But even that
whispers like them now:
"Where do you think you're going?"

They told me the climb would make me whole,
but I lost pieces with every pull.
Each truth I reached turned into smoke,
and every promise
just a joke.

I once believed the sky would catch me
a soul too cracked to feel the scratch,
but falling taught what is flight disguised
the stars don’t speak
they only shine.

My silence grew its own sharp teeth,
it gnawed my sleep, it bit beneath.
I smiled in rooms,
I couldn’t stay,
then vanished softly,
day by day.

There’s a hush where my name should be,
a space between the ‘you’ and ‘me.’
I’ve become a ghost with lungs and skin,
forever locked in where I’ve been.

And still they call,
those quiet screams,
the ones that echo through my dreams.
Not demons, no–
just echoes made,
from every truth
I’ve thrown away!

I walked so far to not be me,
but found myself in every fleeting minute,
in shadows cast,
in windows cracked,
no matter where, I still come back.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
June 2025
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